Listen the music while the christmas light dancing in the dark.
Drink a coffee and make one poetry that describe my life.
How misrable ?
How poor ?
How sad ?
Last night, knowing the true about self.
The loud people is empty can.
They didn’t have anything and just make a sound wherever they went.
They also good to hide their feeling and keep all inside.
We saw people popular,
We saw people happy,
We saw people dance and laugh,
but We never see what they keep inside.
The place that nobody know and understand.
It’s like a bomb,
You know ?
When the time come, the bomb just explode and kill everything around them.
They don’t die alone, they also bring you with them.
Same place and same face,
Same problem and same person,
Everything just same for a long time,
and I just keep everything inside without really let them out.
And the timer turn on,
The time start to count,
Waiting the right time to explode,
Wanting a right place so nobody die.
Wanna be loved,
Wanna to be in place that called home.
Wanna find someone that I can count,
Wanna meet someone who never giving up on me.
I am a bomb,
Who always pretend everything is OK,
I am a bomb,
That can explode when the timer stop.
I am a bomb,
Who look like empty can but deadly inside.
I am a bomb,
Who stand alone and lonely all the time but bring other to dead.
